I really thought I was okay with this night. With working and coming home to bed alone. I'm not. I miss number twelve immensely. I saw S' tweet and it breaks my heart. It's hard for me to see people who have gone through real shit as a couple and know that they're together and happy while I'm alone missing the bit I love.
And I'm happy it works for some people. And I'm happy when my friends are happy. But I miss number twelve and I want to be happy with him. It's hard because I want that happiness.
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